Sunday, September 16, 2012

52 Poems (week 51)

I'm posting this poem by Allen Ginsberg because, last week, it was Walt Whitman and Ginsberg talks to Whitman well. This is a bit of 'A Supermarket in California'.

...In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the
avocados, babies in the tomatoes! -- and you, Garcia Lorca, what
were you doing down by the watermelons? 
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,
poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery
boys. 
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the
pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?...

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